The safe house the group of four heroes took bunk inside was oddly quiet, each had their own room in the cluttered, disaster-stricken house. Papers, clothes, bullet holes and blood spatters were all messily strewn about the entire house. Of course there was the table that conveniently had ammunition, first aid kits and guns resting on it. The pessimistic conman gave up on even questioning how every house that was deemed safe had all of this stocked in it. He'd thought to make a snide remark to Coach or Ellis about how everyone in Georgia needed a shit ton of guns and ammunition in their houses and it just so happened that they'd shoot themselves, thus needing the kits as well. He decided better of it. He already knew he wasn't really on Coach's good side. But just like the group needed Ellis, Coach and Rochelle, the group also needed him. Nick had one hell of a throwing arm. That came useful with the pipe bombs, bile bombs and Molotov cocktails they found through out their journey.
Nick sat on the sheetless mattress that was in the room he took seize of, his hand rested on his slicked back dark hair, his button down unbuttoned a little more than usual. His jacket was thrown on a chair, disregarded completely. Every night, he was the only one left awake in the late hours of the apocalyptic night. Every Goddamn night. It was rather bothersome. He grumbled, staring at the groin of his pants. Sure, he subliminally hit on Ellis(though he pondered to himself as to why he would do so) to see what the kid's reaction was going to be. He swore the kid was an idiot though, only catching onto the flirting here and there. He swallowed roughly and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dirty, slicked back hair. God he wanted two things at that moment. One of them, after running his hand through his hair, was a shower.
"I don't even know what I see in that kid... He obviously isn't all that smart. He's constantly talking about his idiot friend, Keith," he mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He began to imagine the mechanic, trying to figure out what it was that had attracted him. He rubbed his stubble-covered chin, emerald eyes gazing pointlessly at the ground. First thing that came to mind was the boy's eyes. They were a bright, gorgeous hue of blue.
The conman chuckled as his mental picture of Ellis was scaled lower. His lips seemed nice too, though the male hadn't touched them yet. He imagined them two ways; one being soft, similar to a woman's pair of lips, but still had that masculine sense to them. The other being more rough, with no sense of femininity to them at all. The kind of lips Nick had encountered before on one of his drunken sexcapades back in Vegas a couple of years before all this shit happened. The man always experimented, he wouldn't deny himself that. Sex was sex, no matter who or what it came from.
Nick continued to think of the things that somehow had given him his attraction towards Ellis. In all honesty, he liked Ellis' optimism. When Nick was the only one who was being cocky and arrogant, he didn't have to deal with Coach and Rochelle glaring at him because Ellis always somehow distracted them from the conman's snide comments. He chuckled softly before his mind got carried away with his thoughts. Moans slathered with a southern accent echoed through his mind as he fantasized. A grin twisted on his face as he licked his dry lips as he purred under his breath. His hand subconsciously ran up his inner thigh and glided across his groin. Calloused hands moved to his button and started to undo it It had been a while. A long while. A long long while. His attention was snapped toward the door when he heard a careful knock. He grumbled swears under his breath as he adjusted his length and redid his pants, speaking up once done, "come in."
Ellis opened the door, peeking in sheepishly, "Nick...? Can we... ya know... talk?" Nick rolled his eyes and motioned the redneck into the room.
"Close the door though."
Ellis nodded his head and slipped in, closing the door quietly. He walked over to the bed and sat on the floor beside Nick, sighing softly. Nick cocked a brow.
"Where's all that optimism, Overalls?" The conman questioned. Ellis looked at him.
"I've had somethin' on mah mind tha's been gettin' ta me..." He mumbled. Luckily the room was dark or else the faint blush would have been apparent. He adjusted his hat slightly as he shifted, bending his legs close to his chest and resting his elbows on them. Nick rolled his eyes.
"What?"
" 'Ave ya ever liked someone so much, ya wanna tell 'em but yer not sure 'ow they'd react?"
Nick furrowed his brow in annoyance. The kid was being so damn subliminal. He shook his head, playing along with his innocence, "when I was in high school yeah. I liked this guy but I knew he was straight, so I didn't act on it. Well, one day, we were changing out in the locker room after class and shit just kind of happened." He grinned at the memory before adding, "it was nothing big." His first homosexual experience with the school's varsity quarter back. He laughed, "for such a big, athletic guy, he sure did like to take it." The mechanic just stammered as he looked at Nick, his eyes wide and his face hotter than ma's stove while cooking supper.
"W-Wow..." The younger male stammered, taking his hat off and running his hand through his curly brown locks. He swallowed hard, "y-yer... gey?"
"Hahaha! Sorry, did I startle you with that? No, I'm not necessarily gay. I like my fair share of pussy, too." He heard the mechanic sigh softly, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek, 'maybe I shouldn't have told him that.' Ellis looked up at him.
"Nick... Can I get a massage...? Mah neck kinda hurts..." He muttered. Nick chuckled, "Sure. Move in front of me." He patted the side of the bed softly, 'okay. I'm in the clear.'
Ellis moved onto his knees, crawling and sitting in front of Nick and pressing his back against the side of the bed. Nick placed his hands on the male's shoulders, slowly pressing his thumbs into his neck and kneading, "so why'd you ask me that anyway? The liking someone thing." He heard Ellis choke on his breath. After long minutes of silence, the male finally spoke.
"Well... I like ya... An' I can't tell if ya been flirtin' with me or not when it's jus' us..."
Nick grinned to himself as he continued pressing his thumbs into the back of Ellis' neck. Ellis let his head droop forward, bumping his cap with his hand has he rubbed his brow. The conman licked his dry lips, his hands stopping their movement after a few more minutes of silence, resting on his shoulders.
"Ellis. Look at me."
He felt the younger man's body tense up just by leaving his hands on his shoulders. Ellis looked up over his shoulder at the conman, who crashed his lips against the younger male, causing his face to burn a bright red, his eyes wide with shock. He was left in silence once Nick pulled back.
"Never be afraid to tell someone you like them. It might turn out that they like you in return," the conman said softly, speaking from experience. Ellis flashed a sheepish, soft smile as he moved an arm, hooking it over one of Nick's legs.